Novel & Cerita Is Fatima Pregnant On Zatima

Fatima looked at the hand for a moment. “Oh, Ava, you didn’t,” Fatima said. Ava frowned. She usually didn’t mind her friend’s objection to her relationship with Zane. But this was crossing a line. It was about their child. Her other hand joined her first on her stomach as if to protect it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. A child is always a gift. I’m happy for you,” Fatima said. It sounded forced but Ava didn’t know if it was because she hated the idea of the child or if it was due to Fatima not being able to have children after what Johnson had put her through.

I could already picture it—my name climbing higher in the ranks. But for now, I had a job to do. I couldn’t mess this up. --- **Prisca’s POV** I let out a soft laugh as Fatima dramatically swung open the door to my apartment and motioned for me to enter. “What a gentleman,” I teased, grinning. “Are you planning to carry me too? I’m pregnant, not broken.” Fatima shot me a playful glare as she dumped the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter. “Don’t tempt me. If you keep eating like a starved wolf, I might just start treating you like one.” She smirked, starting to unpack the bags.

"Go ahead." I put my elbows on the table. "Years ago, Fatima was diagnosed with ovarian teratoma. It's a type of tumor that has the capacity to affect the brain of a person causing another kind of disease called autoimmune encephalitis. As you know, this type of tumor runs in your family's bloodline. Your mother also had this type of disease but her brain was not affected. And because of this brain disease, it affects Fatima's memory. Sometimes, her head hurts, she has seizures and she loses all her memories. In Fatima's case, her illness worsened because she neglected her health too much. Until a tumor developed in her brain. She was standing as both mother and father to Fritz so she had fo

We said in unison. "Come here." She hugged us, whispering words of blessing to us.Ella and Jennifer also hugged us and gave us their congratulations.Even thou, I wasn't happy I felt like that's the best decision I have ever made.I turned to Fatima only to find her crying,"Shhhh!It's over now. We are going to get married in a month's time." I wiped her tears with my thumbs before hugging her,"I am sorry for telling you to ab*rt our baby. I am glad you didn't."

"Awwwn. I like the way you adapt to things easily. Anyway, I want the window seat." Fatima leaned in closer, whispering so only Isis could hear her so called warning . "And don't even think about telling anyone about my mum and Suraj to get back at me. I've already uploaded the recording to a private cloud. If I go down, that video goes live automatically." "Is this part of the barg ain too?" Isis almost yelled out of frustration, drawing attention to them. Fatima crossed her hand over her shoulder. "Did I force you? You chose to protect your dilapidated pride, Ice. Why whining?"

The moment I got the pregnancy results, I stood frozen in place. The healer spoke matter-of-factly. "Five weeks pregnant. The fetus isn't very stable yet. No intimacy for the first four months. Be careful." "If you don't plan to keep it, decide soon. The longer you wait, the more it'll hurt your body." I clutched the report and broke down crying in my car. During those two years when I loved Marcus most, I'd thought about using a child to tie down his heart. So I'd gotten pregnant with Aria on purpose.

Sophie said then laughed "why didn't we realize this sooner ...you are pregnant!" Fatima smiled looking at me "is that true" I looked at Jake ,he nodded with a smile and I sighed smiling "yes its true I'm pregnant"

Zeden was instantly distracted, grabbing the glass of juice beside his plate and pressing it into my hands. His tone softened just for me. “You have to be careful, blondie. I think it’s too spicy. Don’t eat any more of it so it doesn’t affect the child.” “The child?” Thalia repeated, confusion flashing across her face. “She’s pregnant?” Her voice came out shaky and thin. “Yes,” Zeden answered with mocking sweetness. “My wife is pregnant. We’re expecting. You know… Zam could finally have a little sibling.” “Congratulations, Zeden…”

Some eggs and toast she couldn't stomach and tea that tasted like bitter roots. "You look terrible, dear," Fatima said, setting the tray down with genuine concern. "Are you feeling alright? Is it the baby?" "Just stress," Crystal managed, pushing the eggs around her plate. "Mr. Amir mentioned you have some important documents to sign today. That must be weighing on you." Fatima's voice was kind, but Crystal heard the monitoring underneath. "Yes. Important documents." Crystal set down her fork. "Fatima, do you ever feel trapped? Like your life isn't your own anymore?"

Pamela hugged her. “I'm good. Seems like dinner didn't agree with me.” She replied. “Or maybe the baby didn't.” Zita sat on the only chair in the room close to the window. “What baby? Zee..” “Uh uh, no, you gotta start asking yourself some questions honey. Did you or did you not use a condom when you fucked mister Santos?” Zita asked. “Zee, you're not helping.” Pamela said. “Let's face the facts..”